Blink_by_Camila_Sol

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thought

rational ideas convolute free thought

Regret

Who remembers all the times they've done something right?

The times they've been proud of themselves?

The times of no regret?

Those are the times you should remember..

Isolation vs. solitude

you are a hostage in your own mind

“thoughts are the shadows of our feelings-always darker, emptier, and simpler.�

-nietzsche

thoughts float around exploring every corner and crevice of your mind enjoying the company of themselves

“i want to stay as close to the edge as i can without going over. out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”

-vonnegut

life on the edge is overrated, why don’t you just jump already? the fall is infinite, like a neverending staircase. you fall for so long that you’re no longer falling. you have just achieved flight.

“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die.

And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.”

– Eleanor Roosevelt

in this strange after life we fly around as angry spirits disguised as breaths of wind

“One isn’t necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.”

– Angelou

Who are these people staring down from their thrones? dripping in gold with ornamental fangs and porcelein skin every blink beholds a new day with no memory of the last...

“The Beautiful, is what is well formed and aesthetically pleasing, whereas the Sublime is what has the power to compel and destroy us.”

– Burke

Can life be beautiful without pain? does pride exist without shame?

anticipation

the future is slipping away into the past and you've been waiting all day to make the moment last

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